some of my poetry:
holycost.
flames bind around the waste; splinters bone like rosewood. self-significance is scraped along the sole of boot, SLAMMED! into the ground. gasp in blueblack bruise aches, that time won't feed as a disin. te. g-g-rate. yellow ash choke. chokes back the tides of saline into a glaze that washes over the shore of deadenend irises. eroding gleam of pride, drops off into brown crumbs, strewn on the swarthy ground beneath us. each day sighs a breath of turpentine, stripping smiles
a w a y. turns laughter fragile, then SHATTERS! it like a song once loved then forgot. catch a tongue off guard, sounds like sandpaper wearing, wearing down our faith in GOD. to a pencil end, eraser nub. rubs out definition of HOPE. wearing down, down our faith in fellow MAN, to a stump that's used as a podium for only: HATE! a blue coma, deteriorate care. hey you, do you CARE? scrape your fury like a thick cream along the skin of teeth and swallow it, hard. we are seen as thunder-stroked graffiti. one color, scrawled on a wall to be bulldozed down. no. no. i'm sorry, sir. care is rising up as a trickle of smoke. between an open-wounded cry for MERCY and the blister burn of SILENT re/action.
holycost.
flames bind around the waste; splinters bone like rosewood. self-significance is scraped along the sole of boot, SLAMMED! into the ground. gasp in blueblack bruise aches, that time won't feed as a disin. te. g-g-rate. yellow ash choke. chokes back the tides of saline into a glaze that washes over the shore of deadenend irises. eroding gleam of pride, drops off into brown crumbs, strewn on the swarthy ground beneath us. each day sighs a breath of turpentine, stripping smiles
a w a y. turns laughter fragile, then SHATTERS! it like a song once loved then forgot. catch a tongue off guard, sounds like sandpaper wearing, wearing down our faith in GOD. to a pencil end, eraser nub. rubs out definition of HOPE. wearing down, down our faith in fellow MAN, to a stump that's used as a podium for only: HATE! a blue coma, deteriorate care. hey you, do you CARE? scrape your fury like a thick cream along the skin of teeth and swallow it, hard. we are seen as thunder-stroked graffiti. one color, scrawled on a wall to be bulldozed down. no. no. i'm sorry, sir. care is rising up as a trickle of smoke. between an open-wounded cry for MERCY and the blister burn of SILENT re/action.